Chapter 10
"Ross ... darling," Kathy said, after their second torrid screw. She lay on her back with her legs clamped tightly together to savor the feel and the knowledge of his sperm in her. He had made a nervous suggestion, but she had laughed and told him that she'd been on the pill over two years, wasting a fortune.
He lay beside her. They were holding hands. "Hm?"
"You're not married, are you?"
"Absolutely not. Never been. Never even been engaged."
She sighed. "Good. How about ... uh, you know. Somebody real special."
"Kathy...."
"I know, I know. I'm starting right in to sound like I'm making demands. I'm not, really. I just need to know, you know." She rose up and propped herself on one elbow to lean over him. One naked tit prodded shamelessly at his chest.
"What I was thinking about was ... well, this is Thursday. Night."
"It's probably Friday morning," he groaned.
"No, believe it or not it's just after eleven thirty. The clock's over there on the other side of you. Anyhow, what I was thinking about was tomorrow's Friday, and then it's Saturday, and do you work on Saturday?"
"Nope."
"ShitI Well I do, but I don't have to get there until ten, you know, that's when clothing stores open. They don't give a damn whether I show up or not on Saturdays, really, except in the real busy seasons. But ... I do usually pick up a few extra slices of bread in commission." She looked down, saw her nipple resting on his chest, and wagged her shoulders to watch it trace out a lascivious little design on his skin. She shivered in a sudden spasm of joy.
"Well ... so then it's Sunday...."
"Very likely, the next day will be Monday," he said.
She punched a finger into his side. "All right, all right. The reason I was asking you about, ah, commitments, you know, is ... well lord, I'd love to just do this all weekend!"
He pulled her down onto him, across his chest "Yeah," he said, and kissed her. "What's yeah mean?"
"Yeah means so would I."
She wiggled, stroking his thigh with her soft pussy. He felt a cold wet touch, and knew she was leaking his sperm. It was an exciting realization.
"Well shall we?"
"Are you telling me you, the best-looking female I've ever seen, don't have commitments? No weekend dates?"
"You say yes and I cancel tomorrow."
"Oh, Kathy." He pulled her down against him again. "Oh, Kathy."
You mongoloid idiot, he thought. You asshole, Ross! You've got two women....Have I? They both went out tonight! And look at me-if I'd snatched at Rosemary's phone call I'd never have met this wonderful girl!
"Yes, Kathy," he said, pressing her tightly to him, "let's."
He hated like hell to have to drag himself out and back up to his apartment. But he did. And found the note under the door.
"We both had dates tonight. I mean like dates. Boy, isn't that irrelevant to the three of us! You've spoiled us for life, loverman. Thank God we've got a long weekend upcoming." It was signed with a scrawled "BEEJO." Yeah, Ross thought, and went to bed.
Strangely enough, the telephone was ringing again the following night when he came in. Not Rosemary! he thought, picking it up.
No, not Rosemary. Kathy, and she started sniffing as soon as they'd said hello.
"I've got two things to tell you, and both of them bother hell out of me," Kathy said.
"You are supposed to have some good news and some bad news," he grinned at the phone, "not two bad newses. What's the matter, Kath?"
"The first one is I think I love you." Unlike Rosemary, Kathy didn't wait for his reaction, or even give him a chance. "The other one is the largest rectal pain I can think of. In about two hours my mother and sister will be here, from Poughkeepsie. To spend the weekend with darling me. Isn't that just marvy!"
"It's a goddamn criminal act," Ross said.
"Oh, Ross! I want you! I want your body! I want your hands and your mouth on me, and your penis in me!"
"Just those words," he said, "gave me an instant erection." And he was telling the truth.
"God damn!" she snapped. "Oh hell, hell, hell!" Then she sighed, sniffled, and said, "I've got to start getting ready to receive my darling family, Ross. Oh, Ross, I'm sorry!"
"I'm sorry, Kathy."
"Good ... good-bye, Ross."
"Good-bye? Hell, good night. Buzz me if they leave early?"
"God, you know id" She made a kissing sound. Isn't that juvenile!"
"Sure is," he said, and made a kissing sound back.
She laughed, and he laughed, and they hung up.
God damn! Ross thought, jerking at his clothes.
He turned on the oven, undressing. 'Nutha chicken potpie from th' Mo'ton fokes, down in Kentucky, he thought bitterly.
He was stripped to shorts and wondering why the hell he'd bothered and what to put on when the phone rang again. Reprieve-Kathy's people weren't coming after all! He snatched it up.
"Hel-lo," Hank's voice said softly. "We're having a par-ty."
"A party," he said, recovering. "Who's coming?"
She gave him a lewd chuckle. "Everybody! But the only guest will be you, doll. How does an obscenely large mess of shrimp grab you as a dinner idea?"
"I never saw an obscene shrimp, but it sounds great."
"They're already in the deep-fryer. Bring something to drink." She said a kissing sound.
He closed his eyes. A kissing sound; like Kathy. And how the hell would he ever be able to so much as hear of a deep-fryer again, without thinking of her?
Get it outta your mind, Ross me boy, he told himself firmly. She's somebody you met yesterday. Hank and Beejo are practically family. Not to mention two of the least inhibited and sexiest females in the country!
"Okay," he said.
"Hurry along. Beejo's making these crazy Martinis."
God damn, he thought, it's a damned conspiracy to keep reminding me of Kathy!
Well, you could always say no and curl up with a few nice books and your right hand for the weekend, he told himself.
That would be dumb, he replied, to himself.
"Be right along," he told Hank and hung up. He pulled a shirt and wash pants out of the closet Abruptly, just a moment ago, he had realized that he, too, had his hang-up. It was his sense of honor, or ethics, morality, justice ... whatever. It was honed to too sharp a point. Last night he'd applied it to the call from Rosemary, and said No. Later, just before he left Kathy's he'd been on the edge of saying No to her suggestion for the weekend, because of some sort of feeling of honor-responsibility?-regarding Hank and Beejo.
Now it had swung the other way, and he'd actually considered turning down a weekend with the sexy pair.
Dumb, he thought, buckling his belt. Honor's one thing; being a dummy is another. Take life-and the opportunities it brings-as it comes. And take the opportunities to come, too!
At the door, he remembered the oven, and went back and turned it off. Sorry about that, Colonel Morton. Come to think, I wonder if I'm going to have some of your frozen shrimp? He went out and down the hall to good old 722.
Beejo opened the door. "Hi!" she practically yelled.
"Good lord!"
"Well just don't stand there and gawk, loverman, no matter how much I dig it. Get your butt in out of that cold hall and trade that paper sack in for a cold Martini!"
He went in. Hank waved at him from the stove. "Good lord! Both of you!"
They were both wearing hot pants. Or the shortest short-shorts in creation. Beejo's were purple, Hank's black. Both pair were otherwise just a-like, velour. And both were V-fronted, some sort of stretch stuff that clung tightly and dipped wildly in front to display their navels.
Underneath they both wore pantyhose: Hank's scarlet and Beejo's black. Both wore white sandals with straps to the knees.
And that was all. They were naked from the deep V of the front of their hot pants up. Jiggling, swinging, swaying, shuddering tits bounced naked-unless you counted the paint.
Grinning, Beejo shoved a cold stemmed glass full of clear, oily liquid into his hand. A miniature saber skewered the olive.
"Lord, you two ... what the hell is that?"
"What's what, loverman?"
Jiggling the cage containing the shrimp in the pan of boiling oil, Hank touched one bare breast with her other hand. "Poor baby, he's forgot! That's a tit, Ross. A jug. A boob. Bubbie. Milk-wagon. A breast, even."
He sipped the Martini. It was cold. He sighed. Well, at least he didn't get it dumped into his crotch...."You know damned well what I mean! Is that paint?"
Hank's nipples were a glowing, somehow glistening fiery red. Four stripes of the same color radiated out from the areolas and ended where her jugs joined her body. Beejos had been done up with the same stuff, although she'd applied a series of dots of scarlet all around the perimeter of her brown areolae, rather than covered them with red as Hank had done.
They exchanged a glance and giggled. "Simple body paint, mixed up with Kool-Aid," Beejo told him. "It tastes just lovely!"
"We're both cherry!" Hank cried.
"Jesus," he said, starting to sag into a chair. Then he said, "Wait a minute ... let's check that." He cupped one of Beejo's big tits and lifted it as he lowered his mouth to it. She was right. The nipple tasted sweet, slightly cherry flavored. What a wild idea!
"Eep!" she squealed. "Your mouth's cold with Martin-eye!"
Ross released her breast and sank down on the couch. It had been shoved against the wall. The bed was down and now he saw what he'd missed before, eyeballing the girls. They'd done a little interior decorating, too. The bed was unmade, but the sheet was army-sleek and taut, and very shiny. Sheet and pillow cases were black satin. He had to go over and run his hand over it. Oh boy, he thought "You two been shopping?"
"We're going to save a fortune, living here together and splitting the rent" Hank said.
"So we spent some of the money we'll be saving next month," Beejo added, grinning.
"Drink up," Hank called, picking her Martini from the edge of the pull-down range and chugalugging. She shivered. "Guh-brrrrrl Shrimp's ready, and you'd better be hungry, because there's enough here for about six people. What'd you bring?"
Two bottles of he Boute a Rotis," he said.
"You brought wha'?"
"It's a table wine with the craziest label you ever saw," he said.
Beejo popped one out of the brown paper bag, they laughed at the label, and they ate Hank's "obscenely large mess" of shrimp. Off paper plates. The tall wine bottle was empty by the time they finished the shrimp, and they opened the other one. Beejo amused herself by rubbing against Ross. He amused himself by eyeing low-cut, tight-assed shorts and naked, luridly painted tits.
"Well," Beejo said, "now for the party."
"We going to play games?"
"Nope," Hank said. "We're going to bed."
Hand in hand, she and Beejo went to the bed. Ross stood there wearing a little frown, looking at the long swaying contours and hollows of their naked backs and the way the hot pants molded their buttocks. Not for long.
Leaning on each other and without turning around, they stripped off the super-short-shorts. Little flashes of skin and hair as they did so showed him that their pantyhose were equipped with flap-crotches, sort of like old-time long underwear. Sensible, he thought, and convenient. Now ... what's this game they're playing?
They stretched on the black satin sheet, which displayed them magnificently, like intriguingly curvaceous gems displayed on a jeweler's black velvet case. Hank looked positively snowy white against the shiny black, and even Beejo looked somewhat paler.
Without paying him the least bit of attention, they began kissing and fondling each other. He watched their hands slide over each other's blatantly writhing hips, over the panty-hosed buttocks, between the rubbing thighs. He heard their kissing sounds. He grinned.
It was fun to watch. Exciting. And now he knew the game. It was called Let's Get Together and See What Ross Does. Well, for awhile he would be content to watch, to allow himself to be tantalized and titillated by their writhing female bodies, somehow sexier in the accessible pantyhose than naked.
Then they began slipping and sliding and clambering, on their knees, and he had beautiful glimpses of big jumping tits tipped with scarlet peaks like ripe cherries begging to be eaten.
On their sides, facing in opposite directions, they circled up into a sixty-nine position. The entire room took on an atmosphere of sultry sensuality.
He stood there and listened and watched as tongues slithered over quivery clit-buttons and into slippery slashes, each of them writhing and twisting and moaning under the oral attentions of the other. Suddenly Hank hoisted one leg. He saw Beejo's hand in its hollow. Sheer nylon cloth tore. Hank's pantyhose were now slit from one end of the waistband to the other, straight down the slit of her body and up the crease in back. He saw something else, too, only glimpsed: they had also applied that crazy, sexy, crimson paint to their cunt lips.
Then Beejo's pantyhose got the same treatment They were still sexily encased in the tight-fitting, skin-molding nylon, but they were totally open, their bodies' holes available to each other-and to the watching man. He unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it over a chaff.
Remembering his own fortune of a few days past, he backed to the door. Without taking his eyes off the mutual cunnilinguists, he checked the lock. All okay. There'd be no Ross-type peeping Tom. He peeled off his pants and shoes. He hadn't bothered with shorts or socks.
Beejo's hand was in the crack between Hank's ass cheeks, and her arm was moving, moving. Their faces were still pressed firmly into each other's crotches, and he knew that each woman's mouth was merged sweetly with a second pair of lips while their tongues snaked into-open, oozing gashes.
Naked, he went over to the bed and bent to begin playing with Beejo's large and opulent rump. She quivered and writhed and he heard her chuckle of welcome to his acceptance of their silent invitation. He bent to kiss each cheek, pressing his lips hard against the nylon to dent the flesh beneath. Then he peeled the swollen and shiny globes of her ass apart and blew into the deep cleavage between them.
She shivered and jiggled, and he felt the pressure against his fingers as her cheeks tried to huddle together. He blew again, and let her feel his chin between them. Then he slid his hand down the crack, down and under, and found the bulging ridge of her black-furred vulva. His finger came into contact with a slithering tongue. Grinning, he shoved his finger up Beejo's cunt, pulled it out, pierced it again, and then slid it around until he found Hank's mouth. He pushed his pussy-wet finger inside.
"Suck Beejo," he murmured. Instantly Hank's mouth clamped his finger tightly and he felt the strong suction.
With his other hand he reached over and between them, finding and mauling Hank's breasts with a simulated callousness. She gasped around his finger and impaled her mouth on it in order to slide her tongue excitedly over his palm. He grabbed her chin, held it, then slipped his hand back, just enough to run two fingers up Beejo's cunt.
"Unnnngh!" she gasped, pulled her face momentarily out of the fork of the other woman's thighs. "Bite her lips," he said, separating his fingers in her. "No!" Hank squeaked.
He tightened his hand around the fleshy mass of her painted breast. "Bite her cunt lips, Beejo."
"Huuhhhhh!!" Hank gasped out, shuddering and writhing as Beejo obeyed. "Owl Ross ... you bastard!"
He released her breast and set a knee on the bed. Leaning over Beejo's hip, he slapped Hank's left buttock, with force.
"Glugl-l-l!" Beejo gurgled, for Hank had jerked forward at the spanking impact, shoving her bulging mound into the brown girl's face.
Ross made her gasp still again, slicking his fingers out of her. He trailed them up between the broad cheeks of her rump and wiggled one into the lipless hole there.
Swinging his leg over, he rested his butt lightly on Beejo's big hip, half-supporting himself with his feet planted against the slick surface of the satin sheet. His finger remained imbedded in Beejo's asshole. Each woman's face remained imbedded in the other's crotch. And Hank sucked the middle finger of his other hand, covering it with saliva.
She gasped, wiggled, jerked and sighed as he twitched it into her anus. It was not so readily accepting as Beejo's, and he wondered if Hank had ever had her snug and heated asshole expanded by several inches of good hard cock. (Which reminded him that maybe it was virginal, which reminded him of Kathy, which pissed him off.)
Nevertheless, feeling like a callous male chauvinist bastard, he closed his eyes and thought of the delectable blonde down on the first floor-with her mommy and sibling-while he skewered two entirely different women with a finger buried up the rectal passage of each. He moved his wrists slightly, easing the fingers in and out in gentle, short fucking motions.
Then he departed both warm vise-like grips, listening to their startled little sighing gasps as their tiny channels were suddenly abandoned by the invading fingers. Sliding sidewise, he wound up on his side behind Hank. He wiggled a little, smiling. The satin sheet was very cool and very slick and sensuous.
He let her feel the swollen glans of his harpoon against her ass, let the cockhead twitch in between her buttocks. She tightened them instantly together.
Don't worry about it, he thought, reaching down to take himself in hand.
He guided his cock under and between the lower curves of her butt to find the heated hole of her crotch. He filled it up in one swift slide. She was lake-wet, fired up and well lubricated from Beejo's tonguing.
"Ah ... aahhhhh!" Hank gasped, throwing her head back. "You lose, Bee ... I got it first. Oh lord ... it feels good, good!"
"You bitches got up a bet?" he cried, in laughing incredulity, and he slapped a twitching ass cheek of each. Hank was right. It did feel good. Her cunt was very wet and hot, but it was also tightened up because of her lying on her side with her thighs adding pressure to the crack. Cuntal muscles gripped him fervently with continued pulsations and delicious inner contractions. He sawed it in and out a few times-then shuddered and stopped dead still when he felt a wet tongue wrestling over the shaft when it emerged from the clasp of those scarlet-painted lips.
He held still, smiling, his eyes glazing, enjoying the sensation of having his cock half-imbedded in one woman's pussy while the other licked its staff, even pushing her tongue into the slippery slit to lick a little more of him-and Hank, at the same time.
"Oh, oh," Hank moaned. "God ... a tongue and a cock all at once ... what've I done to deserve this? Ummmm!"
"Not a damned thing," Ross said, letting his prick slip out of her. She whined and shoved her rump back, but the big cunt-slick head of his penis had been caught up in a sucking mouth. Beejo mouthed it sweetly and ran her tongue all over the bulb that forced her lips wide.
Ross caressed and stroked and palpated Hank's haunch, then slipped two fingers under and into the wet hole he had just vacated. She hunched it, her own hands grabbing Beejo's big cushions of tit and squeezing them as if in search of milk.
Flexing his buttocks backward, Ross retrieved his prick from Beejo's mouth. As it slithered back between Hank's thighs, he pressed his hand against the top of the shaft, so that it was forced up. He moved slowly, letting it slide wetly up and down between the soft pink swells of a writhing silky-skinned ass. Hank sighed but tightened her cheeks fearfully.
He slithered up and over her head and Beejo's hip and in seconds was sliding his inflamed staff in under the thigh Beejo quickly raised. He tucked it between the warm, slippery love lips and on into her juicy vaginal cavern. A mass of silken, flaccid flesh closed about it and she wiggled, fucking herself. Then he felt the presence of a vagrant tongue again.
It felt him, and immediately began dancing a merry little jig of pure sensuality along the shaft every time it made its partial withdrawal from the scarletlipped nook it probed.
Again he let it slide all the way out, and again it was willingly clasped in a warm female mouth. Snuggling up .close to Beejo's back and big rump, he reached over her body to fondle, tenderly, Hank's panting breasts. She surged them with a swift hot ripple of sensuality. She made sexy slurping sounds as her hungry mouth clamped his torrid cock and ate away at it.
Hearing the sucks, Beejo began imitating them noisily. Her mouth sucked hard at the tender, painted lips of her roommate's vulva. Ross managed to squirm his hand down and get it into the sweltering crease between the jutting, well-spaced tan hemispheres of her butt.
The three of them sucked and fondled in mutual and highly excited pleasure. Hank's hand wiggled against his and Beejo groaned as a second finger slid into her easy anus. Hearing Hank gasp around his cock, Ross knew that the brown woman had reciprocated by impaling her roommate's tiny rear orifice.
Ross let his prick slither out of the mouth that held it so sweetly. Guiding it out between Beejo's thighs, he steered it up and pulled Hank's hand free as he took his own finger out of her friend's ass. Then he held Hank's trembling hand there, letting her feel his prick slither through her fingers as it made its slippery way through the tight cleft and into the hot constricting anal tube-way.
"Ah ... ah m-m-mmmmmm," Beejo sighed. She shuddered all over, quivering in response to the hot flesh pole that slipped up the hot hole between her well-fleshed ass cheeks.
Hank's fingers felt madly about, as though each were equipped with eyes that could not believe what they saw: a snug female bottom hole taking every inch of a big throbbing male prick.
"God ... Bee? Doesn't that hurt?"
"Ye-e-e-ess ... and ... I love it," Beejo said, in a strained voice.
Hank seemed to chew on that in thoughtful silence, while Ross wiggled his hips to get his cock up Beejo a bit deeper, feeling the steady diminishing of pressure as the soft, firm foam rubber walls accustomed themselves to the plowing of his cock. His hands now gripped her big flanks firmly, holding her in place while he began to fuck her ass.
Hank's hand slithered around, over the wobbling cheeks, into the crack, over his prick shaft as it slid out only to return much faster into the hot hole. Her fingertips pressed against the widespread elastic ring of the delicate hole he raped, and tested its straining, stretched surfaces. She shivered. He held still so that she could explore to her satisfaction.
But Beejo could not stand that lack of activity. Only the big knob was implanted, well within her anus. Just beside it snuggled Hank's questing finger. Gathering herself, Beejo shoved strongly back.
"G-a-a-ar-r-rhhhh!" she cried, in sudden shocked discomfort.
Her backward movement was so strong and had come so suddenly that her asshole not only swallowed up his prick, but Hank's finger as well. The constriction was extreme. His penis throbbed painfully, pressed tightly within the hot tight passage, and practically dented by Hank's finger that was crushed so tightly against it by the very tightness and strength of Beejo's straining little rectal envelope.
Now the big tawny girl trembled. Her quavering hot vault tried to shit both finger and cock out of her.
Hank quivered and groaned in sympathetic anguish, not knowing whether to pop her finger out or leave it in. Ross stroked and patted the larger woman's quivering hips consolingly.
Then Beejo mustered her strength and jerked violently forward. Her scream split the air open as she jerked her stretched and terribly strained anus off the dual delving of cock and finger. She lay weakly on the bed, quivering and moaning.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, darling," Hank kept saying, huddling up to the big brown body and stroking with both hands while her mouth nuzzled wetly oozing cunt lips. At the same time, Ross was stroking his spit-wetted fingertips gently over Beejo's outraged anus. It squeezed and contracted tightly, nearly vanishing in the valley it split open.
Beejo's panting slowed down, then took on a different tone. Knowing that Hank was making amends by sucking and licking her clitoris, Ross reached quickly over to grasp the outsized globes of brown bosom. His fingertips found the painted cherries stuck in their centers and pressed them, harder and harder.
Beejo came gasping and jerking, practically spurting out warm slickery cunt juice that the other girl lapped up quickly and ardently.
Then Beejo twisted around, abruptly presenting her ass to Hank's startled face and pressing her big breasts into Ross's chest. She hunched against him with uninhibited lust. The proud, wildly pulsing dome of his cock grazed over the black thicket of her pubic fleece and ran into her cunt without the hint of hesitation or restraint or difficulty.
"Ah God, loverman!" Beejo practically growled, huskily from her throat. She squirmed and wiggled, pulling him atop her and getting under him. Her legs jerked up and wrapped, grasping him with thighs and straining calves. Her arms whipped around him to clutch him, hard.
She gasped and jerked, rubbing and twisting on the satin sheet and grasping the hard muscles of his ass with both hands to pull him deep into her voracious cunt. His cock was completely lost in the cleft of her hot, moist belly. She pumped it on him, up and down the shaft, and he spurted in seconds.
Closing his eyes as he felt it lunging violently from him, he knew a moment's disorientation. Then he seemed to be elsewhere, despite the voluptuous size of the titsy, hippy brown woman under him.
Kathy, he thought, Kathy....
Hank brought him back to present reality with a jar.
"God damn," she snapped plaintively, "I really got left out of this onel And all because I happened to go and lose my stupid finger in Beejo's ass!"
Laughing, Beejo and Ross fell on her and sucked her dry, until she was screaming for them to stop.